Quotes About Memories

Oh, sim! O Tempo está de volta; O Tempo reina como um rei agora; e junto dele aquele velho homem com seu arsenal demoníaco de Memórias, Arrependimentos, Espasmos, Medos, Ansiedades, Pesadelos, Raivas, e Neuroses. Eu lhe asseguro que os segundos são mais fortes agora, solenemente acentuados, e cada um, saltando do relógio, diz assim, Eu sou a Vida, intolerável, implacável!

I have more memories than if I had lived a thousand years.

Thanks to the priceless stars That flicker one by one My burnt-out eyes can see Dim memories of the sun. Hopelessly I have sought To touch the end of all; Beneath some melting heat I feel my pinions fall.

Asombrosos viajeros! ¡Cuántas historias nobles leemos en vuestros ojos profundos como lar mar! Mostradnos en los estuches de vuestras ricas memorias esas joyas admirables, hechas de astros y éteres. ¡Deseamos viajar sin vapor y sin velas! Para alegrar el tedio de nuestros calabozos, haced que a nuestras almas tendidas como velas, pasen vuestros recuerdos orlados de horizontes. Decidnos, ¿qué habéis visto?

I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.

some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about.

I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever.

I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.

in this room the hours of love still make shadows.

there's nothing to discuss there's nothing to remember there's nothing to forget it's sad and it's not sad seems the most sensible thing a person can do is sit with drink in hand as the walls wave their goodbye smiles one comes through it all with a certain amount of efficiency and bravery then leaves some accept the possibility of God to help them get through others take it staight on and to these I drink tonight.

we had such tremendous fun and much agony together for some years

but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.

you are yesterday's bouquet so sadly raided

and you go on toward your ocean, the cigar biting your lips the way love used to.

this will never leave me: that I had love and love died; a photo and a piece of tape is not much, I have learned late, but give me 14 days or 14 years, I will kill any man who would touch or take whatever's left.

I'd listen to the radio and look at the walls and get drunk enough to almost forget her but then she would return once again.

you feel that you've wasted your years and yourself it didn't work for me either but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.

it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet, and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it for as long as those things stay solved in the history of women and man, it's different for each- for me, it's splendid enough to remember past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness: when you take it away do it slowly and easily make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in my life, amen.

is this how it works? in this room the hours of love still make shadows. when you left you took almost everything.

The next thing I knew, I had a young girl from Texas on my lap. I won't go into details of how I met her. Anyway, there it was. She was 23. I was 36.

Youth, you son of a bitch, where did you go?

E poi ci sono quelli che credono che le vecchie relazioni possano essere rivissute e fatte nuove. Ma perfavore se ti senti in quel modo non chiamare non scrivere non arrivare...

we each at times should remember the most elevated and lucky moment of our lives. for me it was being a very young man and sleeping penniless and friendless upon a park bench in a strange city which doesn't say much for all those many decades which followed.